The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition

Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.

Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.

Lucius didn’t believe in werewolves. He said that people were too horrible for any other monsters to exist, which he thought was a shame.

A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.

Books most certainly don't write themselves, but life does. When in doubt about what to write, use your own life.

But I think it's hard for me to only put out one record a year. Because I get too antsy. But it's good I'm learning to do that, because each record counts. And you should make it count.

There's lots of problem solving in any marriage, but when you have this collective goal that is a human being, it's an inspiring rally point.

I went to play golf and tried to shoot my age, but I shot my weight instead.

I have good feet but they always get cut off in photo shoots.

It was not through democratic methods that Britain bagged India.

In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent.

The most baleful mischiefs may be expected from the unmanly conduct of not daring to face truth because it is unpleasing.